Nash's POV:
I get startled awake and fall off of the couch onto the floor. The crashing sound of the front door swinging open, and hitting the wall echoed through the house.
"Dammit Harrison!" I yell knowing that it was him.
He is the only one other than the few maids and myself that have a thumbprint that will unlock the doors. Why does he have to be so stubborn! Why won't he just let me be? I was happy, sort of, before this. Now I'm just irritated and pissed off.
I pull myself up off of the floor, wincing in pain as the headache from my hangover is starting to make itself at home in my head. I walk through the house and up the stairs. There's nowhere else he can go, I locked everything up. I can't be having that brat going through my things and then alerting her father or
